I lit my father's pyre when I was four years old. Miles' body was lost with the planet, and this is all we have--though we burn offerings for our dead periodically, not just on the occasion of the death itself.

[Gregor hears at least a little of what Loki's not saying, whether he acknowledges it or not.]

Miles was the most ferociously kind person I've ever known. He wasn't always gentle about it, but when he helped you, by God, you stayed helped. You wouldn't dare be anything else, afterwards.